Anywhere But Here
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own squat...well actually I own my TV and my laptop. That's about it. I wish I owned Jess though. ;) So please don't sue me. Thanks!
Spoilers: Not really unless you haven't seen season 3.
Rating: PG for now, it may change to PG-13 later because there's some cussing.
Pairing: Read and find out! :P
Summary: Rory is at Yale. Jess is in California. Rory is over Jess…or is she??? Jess is not over Rory. Please read and review. Thanks! :D
Author Notes: This is my first GG fan fic. So please be nice…but tell the truth. So if it really sucks and you think that I should throw my notebook out the window, then please tell me gently. :P And your reviews make my day…SO PLEASE REVIEW!!! Or if you have any writing suggestions you can e-mail me at swimchic60@msn.com.
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Jess' POV (Point of view)
So I left. I packed my bags and I left. I left that happy little town that had a freakin' event of some sort every other week. But most importantly, I left her. The one thing that mattered more to me then anything. I didn't even say good-bye. I couldn't. If I would have then I wouldn't have been able to leave.
I left because of two reasons. One of them was fear and the other was love. I really hate to admit this but I, Jess Mariano, was scared. Scared of many different things. Most of them dealing with Rory Gilmore. I was scared that one day she would realize that she could do better than me, that she deserved better. Or that when she went off to college, she'd find someone new, or we wouldn't see each other anymore and we'd drift apart. I was afraid that I would open up to someone who would later break my heart…so I didn't open up. Or that I would break her heart, and I would rather die than hurt her.
When I found out that I flunked out of school, I was devastated. I couldn't even go to the freakin' prom! And that principal was just loving it. I knew that Luke and Rory would be so disappointed. And Lorelai would just laugh it up and brag about how she knew it all along. I really didn't think that I'd flunk. I mean, I did get a warning or two, but I didn't think that they'd actually do it. I didn't do the homework, but I did take the tests…when I was actually there, that is. I guess I shouldn't have ditched so much. It's too late now though.
The night of the party was the night that I started thinking about leaving. I didn't mean to push Rory. I still regret doing that. I knew that she wasn't ready. But it was the one thing that I was secure about. I shouldn't have yelled at her, it wasn't her fault. And then the jolly-green giant started picking a fight when he knew nothing about the situation. After that night, I knew that I wouldn't be able to tell her, to tell her that I flunked out and that we couldn't go to prom. I FLUNKED OUT OF THE FREAKIN' 12TH GRADE AND SHE WAS GOING TO HARVARD!!!!!!!!! Why would she want to stay with me was what I kept asking myself.
So I got on that bus and I left. I went to California and showed up on my dads doorstep. I figured that since he came looking for me, then it was okay for me to go looking for him. He agreed to let me stay there and Sasha and Lily turned out to be nice enough. I enrolled in Venice Beach High School and thought that maybe once I cleaned up my act, graduated high school, got a job, that maybe, one day, I could go back there.
I left six months ago, and now, here I am sitting on my bed trying to read…but it's impossible. My thoughts always turn to her. I miss her so much. She was so beautiful, so perfect, so innocent, and so angelic. Her picture falls out of my book. It's the only picture that I have of her. She gave it to me two weeks before I left. It was her senior picture. I turn it over.
-To Jess
This is a really crappy picture. But I hope you keep it forever! :)
Love You,
RoryAnd that's exactly what I plan to do. Keep it until it disintegrates to nothing. Man, her eyes are so beautiful. I could always read them and know exactly what she was thinking. We had so much in common that it's scary. It really is. We both loved the same movies and CD's. And we could argue about books all day long. I still think that Hemingway is better.
I would love to talk to her again. To hear her voice. To argue with her about books. To watch her pig out on junk food. To hear her quirky laugh. Maybe I could call her…but I don't have her number. I guess I could call Luke and get it. Yeah. Tomorrow I'll call Luke and get her number…maybe.
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A/N: I would appreciate reviews. This is my first fanfic so please be nice! Am I out of character? Is it good, bad, ugly? Should I stop now or should I carry on? PLEASE TELL ME. :D I don't think I'll write the next chapter in POV. Thanks!
